Saturday, February 28, 2015

(If you're looking for the short story I wrote, it is in the post below this one, that's right, you got a two-fer)

Before I begin, I'd like to point out that it is rather ridiculous to come up with a title before the story. The story itself is normally created, before a witty title can be placed on it. Welp, I chose to make the title, and, hindsight being what it is, it is probably going to be irrelevant to the post. Kristi and I talked a lot the past few days on realistic goals for ourselves. We are in a wonderful place right now where money isn't tight, that we haven't bitten off more than we can chew yet like everyone (including myself) does. We have the ability to save money, and we are going to try our hardest to do so. We talked about Cardisia, outlining some realistic things that we'll have to do for it, sacrifices we may need to make in order to make it a success, and goals that need to be accomplished before we take it to the next level. It was all very serious talk that I didn't enjoy (because I'm an immature brat), but when we got to talking, it was exciting I have that wonderful dream of "some day" and then suddenly it's like, "not some day, but rather soon" I apologize that this is vague, I wish I could elaborate and not bore you with business-y related things, but I assure you, you would be bored.

Moving along... I thought I had a lot of stuff to say until I started writing. I honestly don't. I mean,.. I have a story that is odd for some, but I found it rather clever.So, I am a big fan of Roosterteeth, They have a social Media platform that only works well enough, and random people can comment here and there. I've started a few discussions, made some enemies, had a few arguments, made some friends. It's a weird platform where they don't allow you to give too much information away, which I personally like.

That being said, there is this person on there, who wrote a simple comment saying, "Someone tell me a story." that was four days prior to me seeing it, but no one had commented her back.So I replied, "What kind of story?"A day later she wrote to me, "Any kind of story."It was at that point, ladies and gentlemen, where I cracked my knuckles, stretched the fingers, and prepared to write the novella of a lifetime! Only I didn't. That's a lie, I simply read over one of my short stories that I've written, about a page and a half, copied and pasted it. It is about three Lords of their house who choose not to bow to the new king, thus resulting in their inevitable death. I don't write their death, because a cliff hanger is the best part, it allows the reader to think of the different possibilities, and to want more. This is the ending quote from of of my three heroes, “I don’t think you understand us Commander,” Rowan looked at
his comrades to his left and right, “We have chosen to accept death over life
in service to your new King and we also decided to bring as many men who serve
him to the afterlife with us. The next move is yours.”

And I left it at that. I thought at the very least, she'll have something to read. Maybe she'll enjoy it, Maybe give her something to thing about, let her pick her own ending. And... She did pick her own ending. To my unsuspecting surprise She wrote roughly a page of the battle that my three heroes had. Where the arrows soared, the swords clashed, and the blood spilled. And then, she left it on a cliffhanger. It's crazy weird how I thought nothing of it, it was practice to me, but she then went ahead and thought it was worthy enough of another page and a half. Is it weird to feel... honored? Not to mention, I feel an obligation to continue the story with this stranger, who has decided to continue my unfinished story, cause she left it at a cliffhanger as well. It is just a strange compliment. A way to say, "I would like more." by contributing some yourself. Thinking about it some more, I had this feeling similarly to the beginning of Cardisia, When the Artists of my group delivered more artwork and edits than I thought possible. I enjoy this feeling.

Now... About Cardisia you ask.There are no serious updates on it, except that I have reworked the story from the ground up so it 10 times better with Kristi editing it. But something strange has happened to me in the past 24 hours, in which I was trying to say above (with all the vagueness) that I couldn't quite figure out until I started organizing my thoughts through writing this.Cardisia is no longer just a dream. It is no longer "just a project." It is work. It is my second Job. It is the internship of a job of a lifetime. It is a struggle to deal with the issues at hand, it is a struggle to focus and not just be "the writer" of a fun project. I hate the work needed to be put into it sometimes.... Hates a strong word. But dislike. I dislike the work I need to put into it sometimes. But I still do. I am not the writer, but the creator. Do we need something sketched? I suck at drawing, but I can promise you I've drawn 10 images recently. Traced several others to sharpen them up (the originals were quite small). Every time an artist needs help with how to show something on a comic-panel platform, I'm sketching it up as best I can, and sending it on its way with a script, idea, and character outlines. I am constantly in need of more of me to do what I need to do. But deep down I love it. I won't let it go. It's soon, my friends. Very soon.

"So one vote to leave, and one to stay." Rowan
sighed. "What should we do?" - Ending of the end of a story of three heroes.

It
doesn’t seem so long ago, the six of us standing there, enjoying each other’s
company, the calm before the storm. Even Johan and Treven got along that day,
remember? And when the storm reached us, when Vyell and his darkness stood at
our doorstep, we fought as one. It wasn’t a battle of desperation anymore to
us, we wanted to be there, we were happy. We were the six warriors of light who
kept the shadow back. It was our honor. And finally, when the sun could be seen
through the clouds the next day, we won. Even through the victory, Vyell’s pact
of power kept him alive and a threat. He would remain immortal for the century
his contact gave him. The King of Kalem had a way for us to succeed. A way to
hide one of the warriors of light from time and space until they were needed.
To hold ourselves in place as the rest of the world turned for one hundred
years. The six of us looked at each other in disbelief before tears were shed.
After everything we sacrificed, everything we gave up to go on this ridiculous
journey and beat all the odds against us, we were asked to sacrifice one of us
to battle alone while the rest of us lived out our lives. You volunteered first.

Johan and Treven argued with you
before turning on each other like they always did. Then Tiffy argued on my
behalf. Kat slapped you and then hugged you, knowing she couldn’t change your
mind. She was always OK with your tough decisions, she saw you as our leader
from the very beginning. We all did. You were the one to pull us through, and
you had made the decision easier for everyone. Everyone except me. You know your
decision would change my life forever. It was the saddest I had ever been.

We had plans, you and I. Fenix
the mighty, and Faye the adorable. That is what you called us. I was a warrior
through and through, yet you called me adorable. Kat had Johan, Tiffy had
Treven, and I had you. You had promised me a happy life. You said we would
wander together until we grew old, and then buy a small castle with all of our
earnings. We would be a Lord and Lady, have servants, and seamstresses and
little pets and… You broke that promise. You sacrificed our love for the good
of the world and I hated it. You were being a hero and I hated it.

I tried to convince myself you
were just doing it for the glory, that you were being selfish. But, deep down,
I knew you were being as selfless as anyone could be. It was a decision you
made quickly, but not easily. I heard you cry that night in the woods, the day
before the ceremony was to take place, do you remember? You wept alone, away
from everyone, to keep yourself looking strong. And it is now I know why.
Because your weeping lead me to where I am now.

I am sorry for what I did. It
was irrational and stupid and dumb, but I stand by it. You see, without you, I
had nothing left. I had no happily ever after, no storybook ending. And that’s
what heroes end up with at the end, don’t they? That’s why the hero chooses to
fight and no one else does, because they have nothing to lose. They choose
because everyone else can’t make that tough decision.

I
hope you ended up forgiving me Fen. I hope you found another pretty girl,
wandered the lands, became a Lord, and treated your servants well. I hope you
lived out your days while I slept. I hope you were a hero even to the smallest
town. I promise you I will be. I will be Faye the adorable, even in this future
I have woken up to. Vyell will feel your strength through me. Everyone will. I
promise.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Least I hope it was happy. Way better than previous Years I've had.So... I don't know why, but I felt obligated to write before the new year, set some new year resolutions. Like I do every year. Except I didn't do it last year (January of 2014)... My first post was in late January, and I didn't talk about resolutions at all.Anyway, I have a few resolutions, which now I feel that I should keep to myself. I don't know why. I think it is cause it's a bit more personal, and you wouldn't care because it is boring. "Do more office work" sounds like a really horrible resolution, quite the opposite of most people's "take time to smell the roses" But that's what it is. There. I told you. Are you happy? Also to write more...Moving on.

It is story time! Title related.Kristi, Mike, and I were doing our usual Sunday get-together and we started with lunch. Kristi was sick of Paradise Bakery food, so we walked a little ways down to Pita Jungle. On the way, Mike and I were discussing superheroes, and how there aren't that many original powers left. I came up with a person who can basically mimic another persons ability, or can absorb the blow and deal it back in the same manner. (To be quite honest, I thought this was unique as far as unique goes. But Final Fantasy uses "Blue Magic" which is similar, and there are several heroes like Sebastian Shaw who have that exact power.) I thought it would be a fun hero and I was made fun of. Even told our waiter about him, and he asked his name... So I said, "The Reaction!" More laughter ensued (all in good fun, I assure you) and at the end of the meal as he gave us our checks, he said he hopes to see it in a comic book some day. I don't know why, but that stuck with me. Made me feel good. I think I took it a little more to heart because I am trying to accomplish getting a story and comic book going. Shortly thereafter, we were at Paradise, writing, yelling, and arguing are way to finishing Cardisia again.

That was early December. Fast forward to Christmas, Kristi got me an Xbox One and got me set up with an account and everything. And the password had to do with The Reaction hero. It warmed my heart as it was something I said off the wall and in jest, but it was clearly memorable enough to make sure it was included. "It was something that was you." I think she said.

And even two weeks after, it pops up now and again. I'm starting to like him. I think he would be a great hero in one of my Hero stories.

As I said above, one of my serious goals and resolutions is to write more, specifically, write more at home. I have an office I rarely use, but the past few times I've been in there I've enjoyed opening my blinds and writing, or talking to people online. I've decided that along with my weekly Paradise get together, I will start setting a schedule for myself to write at home. Make sure Kristi has writings to edit when Sunday comes around.

Lastly, this wasn't mentioned above. I had wanted to start my Fit For a Hero recordings back in November. I sorta did... But didn't have any intro's and I haven't really liked what I've recorded thus far. I've watched a lot of Wheezy Waiter videos, and even a few of his jogging... And I liked them. They weren't perfect, they sounded just like my jogging video, and I enjoyed watching it. Which made me realize that I only dislike it because I am the one in the video. SO, that being said, I am going to start it. This month. No reason not to. I have EVERYTHING I need. No time like the present. Got to start. NOW.The secret to creativity is not even a real secret. ... It is Don't Expect to like what you're making. About 70% of what I make, I don't even like. - Wheezy Waiter "The Secret to Creativity"